How do you reconcile a kind of lacklustre pedantry with the clammer for silliness? “Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah!” Like that, most probably, although the element of lackluster plays its part. At least that’s the sole gobbet I’ve learnt from “I Know What Boys Like”, a song whose own jitteriness – most often cause for concern – might be its staunchest discerning feature. The quips of their skittering guitars, and a certain bounce and groove that filters through an almost suffocated rhythm section, gives the sound an insistent energy and it’s enough to protect you from feeling guilty. It is mere fun, after all. Music, especially within the scope of Pop music, is the innocence of joy made famous. Shed anonymity and succumb to the sound, because they know what you like, and it’s this. “They want to touch me; I never let them.” Intoxicating. “Sorry I teased you.” Assume the erotic. [iTunes.]